on saturday, me and dan swung by the national arboretum
and happily stumbled our way through the azalea collection
which is basically a small mountain overflowing with
hundreds of varieties of these captivating flowers…
i think the best part about the trip was that i forgot my camera.
because instead of scrambling to digitally capture every inch
of the garden, i let my eyes absorb it all on their own,
allowing me to bask in the flowery glow of the moment.
last year a dream revealed some strange truths…
one of which involved my having a secret identity.
i was posing as a reporter for some gardening publication,
who’s job it was to cover everything azalea.
my first story would delve into the flower’s poisonous powers,
exposing the azalea’s known history of laying armies to ruin.
azaleas not your cup-o-tea? check out these lovely lupines.
